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... as he crouched a bit lower on the surfboard.
Monroe was perched towards the front of the board, the big Maine-Coon sitting primly, the only signs of his excitement being a swishing tail.
Bob had been right, Monroe loved surfing. As long as he didn't get dumped in the water, and even then, he didn't mind swimming if the waves weren't too tall.
Fortunately, Bob had the foresight to practice a bit before adding the big floofer to the mix.
As the water curled over hi ...
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